Canine ornaments adorning the carpet.The A/C purrs like a giant cat in the window frame.My attention is caught by the televised flea market,where bargainers have their one day of fame.

I will arise from my air-conditioned cocoon,when the evening shadows stretch out under the trees,and the temperature falls down before the rising moon.Then, I will emerge from my cool chrysalis – free.

Free to cut the grass in the evening air,Free to listen to the humming lawn mower,Free to watch my dogs bounce around the yard like kids at the fair,Free to watch the sunset and take a shower.